Moh
12th May, 2016
Her? Oh how he missed her. He thought life was perfectly perfect when he met 'her,' alas, it was an illusion,a freaking perfect one. She was Allah's gift to him that he would forever cherish.
He was shattered,yet she picked him piece by piece.
He was broken,but she revived him.
He was bored,and she entertained him.
He was doomed,but being a twinkling shining star, she shone his way.
He was lost, and she found him.
He was hopeless but she gave him hope.
He locked his heart but she got the key.
He was distressed and he found solace in her.
He got problems,she solved them.
All in Allah SWT's will
She reminded him of Allah, she stock to him in his hard times,despite having internal crises, she masked her face with genuine smiles,she never break down. She is strong.His superwoman,his heroine.
"Dunya is not home , we need to live,survive,move on when are able to,no matter how difficult it gets, be thankful to Allah, don't think too much,don't give up Allah has great plan for you. "
Her 38 golden words
"Ashshayama'ayaikum"(Assalamalaikum),"Daddy!!! Abbana!!! Babaa!!!" A little girl of not more than 3 yrs came into the parlour.
But he was oblivious to her presence.She placed her tiny fingers on his shaking shoulder jerking him out of his trance. He casted his blood-shed eyes on her, his life, his only hope.
He dabbed his eyes with his sleeve, concealing his depressed
expression with a smile, a forced one, a very fake one.
"Come here my Zara".He extended his hand to her but being reluctant she stood still,she was used to seeing him lost in thought but she had never seen him cry. Her 'Abba'?'Cry' these are words that would never be joint in a sentence.Never.
"Daddy why are you clying ?"She said pouting,her eyes welled up with tears and she started fluttering her long eye lashes,she promised her Daddy not to ever cry,she won't cry.
"Jalan Abba I'm not clying "(Zaran Abba I'm not crying ) He mimicked her at the same time lying, a very fat lie. They bursted out laughing,he only laughs when he is with his Zara.He finds peace with her,his solace.
He lost 'her' but he sees her in his Zara, his twinkling star, his savior.
"Me 'kalya"(Me 'karya) she said,her hands akimbo shaking her head in the negative,and shaking her right leg as well.
"Typical of Zaras "He thought.
"Look Jalan Abba I wasn't crying I was just sleepy lets get ready for sleep Uhm?"He replied raising his left eyebrow.
"Abba I'm not shleepy I'm even looking for my clayons."She backed him giving no room for objection. She would never stop amazing him,if not his Zara who else will try painting/colouring in this hour of night?
"No it's already past 10, I will help you paint tomor..."
"Allah Daddy!!!" she screamed cutting him mid sentence.Of course she is stubborn, no he can't even say no to her tantrums ,he can write a whole book on Zara's stubbornness.
"Okay check my bedside drawer I think there are crayons there".He said waving his hand dismissively. He isn't ready for another throbbing headache,and for the fact that he knew she was preparing for his birthday,he will let her be.
His birthday?13th May? A day to remember.He came into the world that very day, he met 'her' that very day and the bitter part;he lost' her' on 13th May. Tomorrow marks 3 years since he lost 'her'.
He brought out his pen and smiled imagining his Zara in school.
Name: Zara
Surname:Muhammad
Other names:Adam
Date of Birth: 11th October,2012
Blah blah blah
Parent/Guardian
Name:Muhammad
Surname:Adam
Other names:Nil
Date of Birth :13th May,1988
Phone number :08035...
Home address :No 14...
Blah Blah
"Abba what ish thish ? "He heard her melodious voice.Very soft and serene.
"Are u done painting?"He answered her question with another question but Zara being Zara didn't fall
for it, She is smart and he knew that.He is her father afterall.She gave him a questioning look.
"Daddy mana" she whined.
"Tohm Batula it's your form I'm enrolling you in a nursery school". He said grinning,displaying his perfect dentition.But he pressed the wrong button.
"Haba Daddy jafi(zafi) biyu? you called me Batula and you are planning on keeping me away from you? Are you tired of me? You shaid you will never leave me,were you joking?"She asked accusingly.
He smiled,pressing another wrong button, and he knew the outcome,Zara trouble. She started stamping her feet,screaming on top of her lungs, time for display, thank God her voice was not vulgar she could have damaged his eardrum.He likes her voice,it can melt mountains.
"Baba you are even shmiling ko?" She asked the 5th unanswered question. He really provoked her since she called him Baba not Abba or Daddy.
"Who on earth will ask 4 questions in one breath if not you Zara? Uhmm?
Come my daughter I'm not tired of you huh? You are going to make friends there kin ji?and they will teach you A B C D."He smiled thinking he persuaded her for she pardoned her lips from pouting but it was a short term smile for what she said awoken certain feeling he taught was long forgotten.
"Am I going to find a Mommy? No Ammy, no Umma, which one will shuit her Daddy?" She said massaging her temple.
She was the one that pressed the wrong button now,so unlucky.
"Zara its time you retire for bed ,tomorrow will be a long day"
"Daddy we aren't done talking and..."
"Keeee!!!" He shouted regretting what he did instantly for he saw fear in her eyes. She startled before she bid him Good night.
"Good night Baba Happy birthday in advansh".And she left.
Yey this is the first chapter,how was it? Our Jala is stubborn o and she can talk,Ohh la la our drama queen lol.Have you noticed the 'her' Ive being using? What do you think? Who is this her? It will be unraveled Insha Allah Just tag along.
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DiversosHer? Oh how he missed her. He thought life was perfectly perfect when he met her, alas, it was an illusion,a freaking perfect one. She was Allah's gift to him that he would forever cherish. Alhamdulillah. He was shattered,yet she picked him piece...
